Page 148 of Crave Me

A fist came at me and I caught it, then used the hold to wrench the hostile around and shove him up against the wall. I drove my boot into the back of his knee and wrenched, forcing a scream from him as a satisfying crack sounded and he hit the ground. A shove to the back of his head knocked him unconscious.

Elijah. I needed to get to that fucker.

I couldn’t wait much longer.

I needed this done.

Needed it over.

Needed him over.

The urgency cost me some of my focus in the fight and as I was shoving back another soldier, my focus on the way through the break room, deeper into the facility, I missed someone lunging at me.

In the next beat, I was slammed up against the wall, a hand wrapping around my throat, then a knee driving into my gut.

The big motherfucker smashed my gun wielding hand into the concrete over and over, trying to dislodge my grip. With a final bloodied scrape he managed it and I heard it clatter to the floor.

And then the guy I’d just pushed back closed in.

He didn’t get very far as he was abruptly yanked back with a hand around his throat by Cas. He wrenched the fucker around with that sexy powerhouse muscle of his, angled him just right as the guy flailed, and then I heard a distinct snap as he yanked, breaking his neck.

Fuck me.

The shock of it had the guy holding me loosening his grip just enough for me to yank my bloodied hand free and deliver a harsh uppercut to his jaw that had his head snapping back.

Cas was there in the next second, hauling him away by his shoulders.

A bullet from Dante tore through his throat and sent him to hell, his body dropping like a ragdoll.

A final roar from Damien as he crushed his final opponent’s face to shit on the rough ground ended the immediate fight and as he sprung back to his feet dripping with his opponents’ blood, we all looked out at the fallen bodies lining the floor.

“Your focus is compromised,” Cas warned me.

“I want that fucker. Now,” I growled.

“It’s your lucky day, my pet,” a voice rang out.

The fucking voice that was haunting me despite my best efforts to do everything I possibly could to counter it.

We all spun to see Elijah standing between the break room and the rest of this section of the building that we needed to storm now we’d dealt with the welcoming committee.

I bolted forward, but Cas snagged my arm, pulling me up short.

I saw why in the next second as Elijah pulled something from off to the side.

What. The. Hell?

He wouldn’t.

He’d obviously lost it completely, absolutely all sense of strategy and reason, because he fired the thing up and a violent expulsion of flames tore through the immediate area.

He raised it higher, making a wall of fucking flames barring our way to him and further into this section of the facility.

“A fucking flamethrower? Seriously?” Damien groused.

“In the middle of an arms facility too,” Dante said, shaking his head in utter disbelief.

Yeah, unhinged didn’t cover it.

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